Martin’s POV
I turned to Thomas, our CFO, a smirk playing on my lips. “Mr. CFO, if I managed to get you to cooperate and deal with unruly staff within twelve hours of my arrival, what makes you think I don’t already have this meeting planned?”
The shareholders, who seemed to always nod in unison, murmured in agreement, their heads bobbing and throats clearing.
“But...”
The door opened, interrupting Thomas, and we all turned. Joel’s Adam's apple bobbed as he gulped nervously, sweat trickling down the side of his face.
A middle-aged woman entered first, holding a briefcase, pushing the door open wider.
“This is the CEO’s office?” A man’s voice followed from behind her, its smooth, authoritative tone filling the room. A moment later, the speaker stepped in—a man of about fifty, dressed
